Harry And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

his voice rises and it makes me stop to look at him. The moment our eyes lock with each other, it feels like fireworks on a summer night. At this moment, his words just melted every resistance, every wall, every reason that's left of me. Leaving me with this consuming desire for him. He holds my hair, our foreheads fall on each other's. Like it's the moment we finally give up fighting. “I love you… Hermione,” he confesses, and my stomach does a wild sickening flip that feels too fucking good!

"They should teach this in class," Harry whispered as Brooklyn and him pulled away to catch their breath. "French kissing this good is a skill." "I'm sure I've had better," Brooklyn shrugged. "Don't lie to me," Harry growled and leaned in again. Brooklyn moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. Their lips moved in sync, their tongues brushing each other's. They had yet to achieve much studying. Harry slowly moved his hands down to Brooklyn's jean skirt and paused, waiting to see if Brooklyn pushed him away.

_ Rhoooooo, I don't know why, Harry, but I think it does things to us when she treats us like a snack," he declared in a seductive purr. Harry swallowed his saliva with difficulty. His nosebleed had stopped, and he could not take his eyes off his soul mate: "Mate..." he said, his eyes now stopping on Emmanuelle's lips. She approached her lips, brushing those of her beloved. They did not pronounce a word. With infinite slowness, their lips finally met. Gently. Timidly. Passionately.

"Still doing the wrong thing." "I hope you don't change your mind again. Harry I don't want to lose you!" said Sarra. Their eyes met for a moment. "I-I don't want to lose you either!" Harry pulled his girlfriend into a hug. "I love you!" "Love you too!" Their lips met for a long time until their hearts started pumping. Their blood warmed, and their bodies demanded more touch. Harry let go of the link, and then his lips moved to Sarra's long neck, giving an intoxicating, sweet touch.

“You're saying too many unnecessary threats. It makes me think you're hiding too many secrets.” I wanted to say more but I spotted Serena walking towards us. She looked so beautiful in her white dress. Like an angel sent from the above. She has always been beautiful but I was too blinded by my anger. Harry greeted her with an intense kiss. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. His arm was wrapped around her waist while he's kissing her deeply. His other hand was on her jaw as he squeezed her against his body, hugging her possessively while giving her fiery kisses.

A kiss that didn’t demand… but promised. When they pulled apart, Arabella’s eyes remained closed for a moment. Her cheeks flushed, breath uneven. Wait. Did that really just happen? They kissed. Willingly. No herbal tea. No pretense. Harry brushed her lips with his thumb, tenderly. “Bella… I want you by my side. Always.” Arabella’s eyes flew open. She stared at him. Did he just…? Did Harry… just confess to her?

Hermione Jennifer smiled, a few young men and women admired and envied. And Jasper Frank felt sick, he cursed in his heart, feeling so nauseous, wasn't it fireworks? How the hell did that happen? Hermione Jennifer stood in front of Jasper Frank, her eyes filled with love, she stood on tiptoe, kissed Jasper Frank on the lips. “Brother Lam, I can't imagine Jasper Frank is also a romantic man!” Charles Jennifer stood beside Vincent Frank and smiled. Vincent Frank humbly said: “Makes me laugh!” Hermione Jennifer kissed Jasper Frank suddenly, a little excitedly and a little shyly, "This gift makes me very happy, thank you!"

"He can't stop looking at you!" he said, hugging her even tighter. "And I don't like it." "It's quite ironic that you're feeling jealous, especially on the day I told you I love you, Harry. I love you so much, and I don't care who's watching me. But if you want them to see how much I love you..." She pulled him by the collar of his shirt, bringing their mouths together again in an urgent kiss.

I mumbled, shedding even more tears while trying to smile. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and hugged me. I put my arms around him tightly. I didn't want to let go. He kissed me gently, then more aggressively while holding the back of my head, as if he was trying to fill me with his emotions. When he stopped, he gazed at me intensively. “You didn't lose your magic… and I didn't lose my memory of you,” he smirked. “You… must have completed the kissing spell,” I admitted, blushing.